Journal

Once upon a time, about 16 years ago, when I first contemplated
writing a regular column, I worried that I’d run out of things about
which to write. A seasoned columnist told me that once a person starts
writing, she looks at everything in life as a potential column and as
long as I kept living, I’d keep looking for and finding fodder for
columns.

Ordinarily, my life is full and busy and active. I am out and
about in the world and there’s plenty to observe. A couple of weeks
ago, though, my world became very still and my environment grew much,
much smaller. After a stay in the hospital, I came home to total
bedrest for the rest of my pregnancy. God willing, my “world” for the
next eight weeks will be my bedroom.

Today,
I recline in front of the computer my husband has rigged at my bedside
and ponder the possibilities for writing. I am not in the slightest bit
interested in sharing obstetrical details. I can’t write about politics
because it’s against editorial policy to endorse a candidate and I
cannot keep my opinions to myself (thank goodness for my blog). How to
reflect upon my world in print? My “world” right now is my family in a
more profound way than ever before. Read the rest here.

I'm Elizabeth. I'm a happy wife and the mother of nine children. I grab grace with both hands and write to encourage myself and others to seize and nurture the joy of every day.

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